Убийства не по нраву мне (по Роберту Бёрнсу)

Не за что! Кстати, тебе известно, Юрий, что это не полный текст стихотворения? В оригинале он звучит так:

I murder hate by field or flood,
Tho' Glory's name may screen us.
In wars at hame I'll spend my blood -
Life-giving wars of Venus.
The deities that I adore
Are Social Peace and Plenty:
I'm better pleas'd to make one more
Than be the death of twenty.

 I would not die like Socrates,
For all the fuss of Plato;
Nor would I with Leonidas,
Nor yet would I with Cato;
The zealots of the Church and State
Shall ne'er my mortal foes be;
But let me have bold Zimri's fate
Within the arms of Cozbi.